Tomlinson to Styles [Harry.S] *COMPLETE*

Alyssa Tomlinson or Taylor Swift? - Chapter 17

*Alyssa's P.O.V*

*3 Days Later*

I sat snuggled in my pyjamas, surrounded with tissues and DVD boxes. The house phone rang for about the hundredth time today and, as usual, I let Morning get it. She stayed over for the past three nights after I caught Harry kissing another girl. I have no idea where he was and frankly, I didn't care. 

"It's for you Aly," she said, skipping over to me. 

"I told you a gazillion times; I'm not answering the phone!" 

"Oh, but you might like this one," she winked. What was she up to? 

I took the phone from her outstretched hand. "Hello?" 

"Aly?" A voice asked, concern thick in her voice. I nodded, before realising she couldn't see me. 

"Yes, Gemma. It's me. Now, if you're going to blabber about Harry needing me so much, how he won't eat or sleep, save it. I couldn't care less about him. He's not being forgiven. Not now, not ever," I babbled. 

"Actually, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over," Morning stood with her hands on her hips, pulling an I-told-you-so face. 

"I-uh, s-sure," I stuttered, uncertain as to whether to agree or not. After all, Harry probably stayed there last night. "Wait, Gemma. Is Harry there?"

She laughed, "No. He left to do some shopping about a quarter of an hour ago," she paused momentarily, "so, see you in 10?" I giggled and agreed. 

As soon as I'd put the phone down, I ran for up the stairs, into my room and straight into my walk in wardrobe. My outfit consisted of: blue, skinny jeans; a disney top; toms and a few extra accesories. I finger-combed my hair into a messy bun, not being bothered to actually make it look decent. I then made my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, adding a little dash of makeup. I left the apartment in record time and headed straight for the car (a white mini cooper). Hopefully no paparazzi or squealing fans would notice me today. 

~*~

"Ah, you're here!" Gemma squealed a little too over excitedly, hugging me and not letting go for well over thirty seconds. 

"Well someone had an extra bowl of excitement pops this morning," I said, adding a little laugh at the end.

"I've got to tell you something Aly..." I motioned with my hand for her to continue. "I'm getting married!" Wait, married? To who now? Since when was she even dating?! "I know it's all a shock, but remember that guy, Jake? Well according to him, we never broke up when he went into the navy (which actually makes me a cheater, but he's not gonna know that) and he came back and proposed!" She squealed. I slapped my forehead with my hand. So a guy who she hasn't seen in probably years comes back and proposes...and she just says yes? How stupid! "I mean," Gemma started again, "we always talk on skype and we'd say 'I love you' and 'babe' and stuff but I always thought it was just a natural thing," Well at least she talks to the guy. That makes things better...ish. 

"Well follow your heart, sweetie, but now, let me see the ring!" It was my turn to squeal in excitement. She showed me the shining diamond on her finger; it was beautiful! "It's gorgeous!" I gasped. 

"That's just the engagement ring. We've got everything else sorted: the wedding dress bought; bouquets done; bridesmaid and best man colours sorted; everything. Come on, I'll show you!" 

"When exactly is this wedding?" I asked as she dragged me up the stairs. 

"Oh, Saturday," she said, no sarcasm in her voice. So that means three days. She must be joking. "One more thing, will you be bridesmaid?" This was al so rushed and confusing. It was all too much to take in. "To be honestly Aly, you have no choice. You, me and Harry are going dress and suit shopping in half an hour. Me, Gemma and who now?! I will not go out with that! I shook my head no.

"I'm not going," I stated.

"Why?"

"Because Harry will be there"

"Don't be stupid Alyssa," she said, "please?" I sighed and agreed to go, resulting in Gemma fist punching the air. 

~*~ 

I was finally home after a very long day and a lot of tears...again. The whole time me and Harry argued. We agreed on a dress and tie colour eventually but even that was a production. As a result of this day, I now have a whole song written. Call me Taylor Swift if you like. No, it's not whining about how awful he is, but it is about our breakup. All that was needed was some little tweaking on the ending but besides that, it was all perfect. An annoyed girl and a guitar aren't always a bad thing, you know. 

I began humming the intro tune to myself on the bed, which was still covered in tissues. 

Those green eyes And contagious smile

And those li-ips 

And the way they verbalise

Oh, New York City, what a beauty to our eyes

Then you held my hand for the first time

You looked at me and smi-iled

Everything I'd wrote was true; his eyes were my favourite feature of his; his smile was contagious; his lips always attracted my eyes to them; New York city was where we shared a very special event (Ed Sheeran's concert - maybe I'll tell of that day sometime); when he held my hand for the very first time, I almost died. His extremely large hands have always been a fascination to me. I wish he wouldn't be such a dick and we wouldn't be in this mess...